Hamaxia - overgrown ancient town

I was beginning to feel my age (64) when I was taking these pictures. The spot itself had its age too: it dates from Roman times, so a bit over 2000 years old now. The problem was: unlike most places one visits as a tourist, friendly archaeologists have not yet excavated a lot nor have they made some open spaces for an ordinary pedestrian visit. Rarely did I have to struggle so fiercely just getting from one feature, say a former house or maybe a gatehouse, to the next. All sorts of shrubbery and a kind of tree with branches that declined to move when pushed tried to stop me as I traversed the terrain, not knowing where I was or where I was going. The pictures give a decent impression of what I had to endure, but do not show the panic that I felt when I realized I somehow lost sense of where my taxi, who took me inland, might be. In the end I put the coordinates of a picture I took shortly after I left the driver, into the navigation program of my IPad. That showed me I was maybe four hundred meters from where he might still be waiting. I had told him I would be gone for 1,5, at the utmost 2 hours. He did wait, even though it took me 2,5 hours to reunite with him, having descended part of the hill only to find I had to climb it again and descend at another side. View map will show you where I wandered.

Unless someone who knows the site offers some explanation the pictures will have to go without captions: I simply do not know a thing.